DISCLAIMER: None of this is ours. Ryan Kwanten is ours in our dreams...
PAIRING: Jay/Erika
1997-Playa Linda
A young girl of thirteen made her way down the busy boardwalk. Her dark, long hair swayed as she walked. Her eyes wandered, as though she was looking for someone; looking for a familiar face. After almost ten minutes of wandering aimlessly, she decided to just ask somebody. She walked up to a woman in a pink bikini and tapped her on the shoulder. Suddenly she felt very self conscious of her short shorts and tank top which was on the skimpy side. The girl had a more developed figure than this grown woman. She could feel the woman staring at her; judging her.
"Hello. I was wondering if you knew where I could find Jay Robertson?" The girl asked as she fiddled with the strap of her tank top.
"Jay Robertson..." The woman pondered. "Young surfer?"
"Yeah. People call him Reef Breaker." The girl said.
"Oh, yeah, I know him. He's always in the surf shop just over there. It's like he lives there or something," The woman pointed to a building along the boardwalk, "pretty nasty accident he's had."
"Thanks so much." The girl smiled.
She walked through the crowd and opened the door of the surf shop. The girl walked in and took in the sight in front of her. Dozens of surfboards racked on the walls. The shop appeared empty except for a young man in the back, waxing a board with precision. The girl walked to the far corner of the shop and pretended to browse through some wetsuits.
"Hotstuff!" A man of only eighteen said with a thick Australian accent, as he hobbled up to the girl.
"Jay! How... are you?" The girl asked, giving Jay a small hug.
"I'm doin' okay, considering..." Jay trailed off, motioning to his busted knee that was wrapped in a cast.
"I tried to see if you were okay after they got you out of the water...But they wouldn't let anyone near you. I tried to see if you were okay." The girl sniffled. She could feel tears brimming her eyes.
"Sshhh. It's okay Erika. I was unconscious anyway." Jay smirked as he hugged Erika to his side.
Erika buried her face in Jay's chest and began to sob. He held her until her body stopped shaking. Jay gently stroked her silky hair and lightly kissed the top of her head. Erika pulled her face away and looked up at him.
"They wouldn't tell me if you were okay. I thought that... that... maybe you were going to...d..die." Erika stammered, then burst into tears all over again.
Jay held her once more as she shook. Her crying stopped, but she made no move to step away from Jay. He fumbled behind him for a moment, then dragged a chair to where they stood. Jay slowly sat down, pulling Erika down so she straddled his lap. She rested her head in the crook of his neck as he gently rocked her back and forth.
"I was so scared, Jay. I was so scared that I was going to lose you." Erika admitted.
Jay smiled, "You'll never lose me, Hotstuff. Ever."
Erika looked up at him and slowly leaned in, planting a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. He gently returned the kiss. Jay's hand gently cupped her soft cheek and brought her closer to him. This wasn't Erika's first kiss, but it was the first kiss that actually meant something to her. She had always had a crush on Jay. There was no girl she knew that didn't. The feeling of his lips on hers was something Erika had fantasized about for as long as she could remember. Jay's other hand, that previously lay on his own thigh, began to snake its way around Erika's small and defined waist. Jay began to ravage her mouth, trailing his tongue along her bottom lip. She let out a small gasp and opened her mouth to him. His warm tongue invaded her mouth and gently massaged her soft tongue. Erika placed her hand on Jay's chest, scratching her short nails across his defined pec. He groaned into her mouth. Erika grinned at the fact that it was she who was making Jay moan and groan. It wasn't one of those beach hussies that hung off him every time he won a surf competition. It was she. Erika. Hotstuff.
Jay gently pulled away and leaned his forehead against Erika's, never breaking eye contact. Jay's hand was still on Erika's waist, but slightly higher than where it started out. His lips were red and swollen from the heated encounter. Erika's breathing was heavy and her hair was slightly messier.
"You know we can't do this, right?" Jay said huskily, tracing Erika's bottom lip with his finger.
"I wish we could." Erika whispered, closing her eyes, taking in the sensation.
"Me too. I mean, who wouldn't, with you? You're gorgeous, amazing, and one hell of a kisser." Jay chuckled slightly.
"Jay..." Erika began, but Jay cut her off.
"When you're older, we can do as much of this," he motioned between them, "as we want. We can do whatever we want. There are definitely some things that I want to do with you." Jay smirked at his last comment.
He gently grabbed Erika's butt and pulled her closer, making her feel the effect she had on him. Erika grinned and subconsciously dragged her nails across his hard and muscled chest. She smirked inwardly. That last comment was typical Jay. She had always thought that she would wait until marriage for the things that Jay obviously wanted to do with her. But now that she had had a taste of Jay, she wasn't so sure that she'd be able to say no; if she wanted to say no.
"I'll wait for you, Erika."
Erika smiled and laid her head on Jay's shoulder, and he held her close to him. He never wanted to let her go.
PAIRING: Jay/Erika
1997-Playa Linda
A young girl of thirteen made her way down the busy boardwalk. Her dark, long hair swayed as she walked. Her eyes wandered, as though she was looking for someone; looking for a familiar face. After almost ten minutes of wandering aimlessly, she decided to just ask somebody. She walked up to a woman in a pink bikini and tapped her on the shoulder. Suddenly she felt very self conscious of her short shorts and tank top which was on the skimpy side. The girl had a more developed figure than this grown woman. She could feel the woman staring at her; judging her.
"Hello. I was wondering if you knew where I could find Jay Robertson?" The girl asked as she fiddled with the strap of her tank top.
"Jay Robertson..." The woman pondered. "Young surfer?"
"Yeah. People call him Reef Breaker." The girl said.
"Oh, yeah, I know him. He's always in the surf shop just over there. It's like he lives there or something," The woman pointed to a building along the boardwalk, "pretty nasty accident he's had."
"Thanks so much." The girl smiled.
She walked through the crowd and opened the door of the surf shop. The girl walked in and took in the sight in front of her. Dozens of surfboards racked on the walls. The shop appeared empty except for a young man in the back, waxing a board with precision. The girl walked to the far corner of the shop and pretended to browse through some wetsuits.
"Hotstuff!" A man of only eighteen said with a thick Australian accent, as he hobbled up to the girl.
"Jay! How... are you?" The girl asked, giving Jay a small hug.
"I'm doin' okay, considering..." Jay trailed off, motioning to his busted knee that was wrapped in a cast.
"I tried to see if you were okay after they got you out of the water...But they wouldn't let anyone near you. I tried to see if you were okay." The girl sniffled. She could feel tears brimming her eyes.
"Sshhh. It's okay Erika. I was unconscious anyway." Jay smirked as he hugged Erika to his side.
Erika buried her face in Jay's chest and began to sob. He held her until her body stopped shaking. Jay gently stroked her silky hair and lightly kissed the top of her head. Erika pulled her face away and looked up at him.
"They wouldn't tell me if you were okay. I thought that... that... maybe you were going to...d..die." Erika stammered, then burst into tears all over again.
Jay held her once more as she shook. Her crying stopped, but she made no move to step away from Jay. He fumbled behind him for a moment, then dragged a chair to where they stood. Jay slowly sat down, pulling Erika down so she straddled his lap. She rested her head in the crook of his neck as he gently rocked her back and forth.
"I was so scared, Jay. I was so scared that I was going to lose you." Erika admitted.
Jay smiled, "You'll never lose me, Hotstuff. Ever."
Erika looked up at him and slowly leaned in, planting a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. He gently returned the kiss. Jay's hand gently cupped her soft cheek and brought her closer to him. This wasn't Erika's first kiss, but it was the first kiss that actually meant something to her. She had always had a crush on Jay. There was no girl she knew that didn't. The feeling of his lips on hers was something Erika had fantasized about for as long as she could remember. Jay's other hand, that previously lay on his own thigh, began to snake its way around Erika's small and defined waist. Jay began to ravage her mouth, trailing his tongue along her bottom lip. She let out a small gasp and opened her mouth to him. His warm tongue invaded her mouth and gently massaged her soft tongue. Erika placed her hand on Jay's chest, scratching her short nails across his defined pec. He groaned into her mouth. Erika grinned at the fact that it was she who was making Jay moan and groan. It wasn't one of those beach hussies that hung off him every time he won a surf competition. It was she. Erika. Hotstuff.
Jay gently pulled away and leaned his forehead against Erika's, never breaking eye contact. Jay's hand was still on Erika's waist, but slightly higher than where it started out. His lips were red and swollen from the heated encounter. Erika's breathing was heavy and her hair was slightly messier.
"You know we can't do this, right?" Jay said huskily, tracing Erika's bottom lip with his finger.
"I wish we could." Erika whispered, closing her eyes, taking in the sensation.
"Me too. I mean, who wouldn't, with you? You're gorgeous, amazing, and one hell of a kisser." Jay chuckled slightly.
"Jay..." Erika began, but Jay cut her off.
"When you're older, we can do as much of this," he motioned between them, "as we want. We can do whatever we want. There are definitely some things that I want to do with you." Jay smirked at his last comment.
He gently grabbed Erika's butt and pulled her closer, making her feel the effect she had on him. Erika grinned and subconsciously dragged her nails across his hard and muscled chest. She smirked inwardly. That last comment was typical Jay. She had always thought that she would wait until marriage for the things that Jay obviously wanted to do with her. But now that she had had a taste of Jay, she wasn't so sure that she'd be able to say no; if she wanted to say no.
"I'll wait for you, Erika."
Erika smiled and laid her head on Jay's shoulder, and he held her close to him. He never wanted to let her go.